The friend restrained his eyebrows and stepped forward to gently persuade, "Meng Junshou, don't be too sad." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

However, the pain of losing a child in middle age, where can such a human tragedy be soothed by a light comfort?

Meng Zhan held his hands on the edge of the coffin, his fingers trembling at a visceral amplitude, and the tips of his fingers turned pale because he was too hard.

Seeing his bruised muscles and dark face, his friend didn't say much, just sighed softly and stepped aside.

Obviously, what Meng Zhan needs now is not the dry persuasion of others, but a quiet space where he can be quiet and calm down this sudden and huge blow...... However, Meng Zhan obviously didn't want to be quiet, he just wanted to find out about Meng Zhan's death.

His good son, although he has such and such small faults, but what about this?

The Meng family has been extremely prominent since the founding of the previous dynasty, and it has been passed down to this day, and the family has a big business, which can completely help Meng Ying to take care of anything.

I knew that this kind of thing would happen when I sent him to Beijing to avoid the limelight, and I should have taken the pressure and protected him under my wings.

It's good now, he went to Huangquan Road at a young age, and let him, the old father, send the white-haired man to the black-haired man!

Meng Zhan is a man after all, and he is stronger than the concubine who cried beside him.

After vomiting blood a few times, the brain, overwhelmed by hatred, could barely regain some sanity.

"Bring people in...... I'd like to ask...... Who is the audacity to dare to be so ruthless to Zhen'er!"

After speaking, Meng Zhan's eyes turned red in a freak, and the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, where is there still the elegant and gentle Zhan Ran demeanor before, as if he was in his twenties, and the friends on the side are not leaving, nor are they staying, so he can only keep his face solemn and reduce his sense of existence.

Not long after, Hu Cong's leader had already fallen down in embarrassment and kneeling in front of Meng Ying's coffin, and his stubble face was covered with tears.

"The person who killed Erlangjun was the thief Meng Hun! he, he ...... He deceived the master......"

Hu Cong's leader was uneasy in his heart, fear haunted his brain, as if Meng Zhan would get up and draw his sword and cut off his head in the next second.

Meng Zhan smiled coldly, his appearance was cruel and hideous, "Say......! Hehe......"

When my friend saw it, his heart frowned slightly, and it was the first time he saw Meng Zhan's expression other than a warm smile, and he was full of anger, which made people look very uncomfortable...... However, considering that the other party has just lost his beloved son, such a performance is not an exaggeration.

Hu Cong secretly clenched his fists secretly, whether this little life can be saved depends on this time.

Brewing a good mood, Hu Cong said the rhetoric that had been brewing for more than a month, trying to focus on Meng Hun's treachery, rendering the scene when the body was found, and portraying himself as loyal, but the enemy was cunning, so he could only snatch Meng Ying's body back.

“…… Master, you must be the master of Erlang Jun!" Hu Cong Leader lay on the ground in embarrassment and cried bitterly, sobbing profusely, if this was the case, Meng Zhan would not kick him in the chest, but at this time, he could brush up his feelings for himself, so that he could successfully save his life," ...... As soon as his subordinates snatched Erlangjun's body back, they found Erlangjun and him...... He was bled to death......"

As soon as these words came out, Meng Zhan's heart felt a sharp pain again, his right hand tightly grasped the clothes on his left chest, his teeth were closed, and his lips turned blue.

Seeing that he was about to hold his breath and convulsions again, he didn't expect Meng Zhan to slow down with his extraordinary perseverance, and his eyes were extremely cold.

"You say...... Erlangjun was bled to death by Meng Hun?"

These words, he almost squeezed out through his back molars.

No wonder, Jie'er's corpse will be that bruised, even if it is partially decomposed, but the corpse is indeed weirder than a normal person.

"Yes!" Hu Cong nodded with difficulty, tears flowed down without money, "It is not good for subordinates to take care of Erlang Jun, please allow your subordinates to avenge him...... When the great revenge is avenged, the subordinates will inevitably cut themselves, and when they go underground, they will definitely protect Erlangjun......"

Meng Zhan's chest rose and fell sharply, and the concubine on the side had already supported him skillfully, raising her hand to ease him.

After a long time, so long that the leader of Hu Cong thought that he would definitely die this time, Meng Zhan's cold and arrogant voice came into his ears, it was undoubtedly an amnesty!

"Excuse me...... If you have such loyalty, if you have knowledge under the spring, you will also be grateful......"

Meng Zhan said this reluctantly, and the corner of his eye fell on that friend, and said bluntly, "Zhu'er's revenge must be avenged! My dignified Meng's son, the name of the Cangzhou Meng clan, how can such thieves be humiliated! If you don't kill this person, you will not be a man!"

At this time, the leader of Hu Cong seemed to think of something, and felt that Meng Zhan's flame of hatred could burn more vigorously.

How to say that it is also a subordinate of Meng Zhan, he knows that this person is a person, and he can barely calm down at this time and spare him the death penalty, it is nothing more than a concern that outsiders are present, and it is inconvenient to completely expose his true nature...... When the friend left after his condolences, he was afraid that he would be more than lucky.

Therefore, Hu Cong played a trick on the leader.

With a sad face, he took out a blue coarse cloth wrap from his bosom and untied it.

Meng Zhan took a deep breath, barely calmed himself down, and asked him, "What is this?"

Hu Cong replied, "This is ironclad evidence that the thieves humiliated the Meng clan and fooled their subordinates......"

Meng Zhan grabbed it and looked at each roll of coarse cloth carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more his hands trembled.

Until the end, he unfolded the largest coarse cloth, on which the words of Dragon Flying and Phoenix Dance were written in blood, and now it had already solidified and darkened, emitting a smoky stench, and Meng Zhan's concubine was about to come forward to see what was going on, but was smoked away by this stench.

[Those who don't believe in their words, Meng's Shiba Dog also ......]

As soon as he saw this beginning, Meng Zhan only felt that his cheeks were blue, as if someone had slapped him hard for a hundred times.

【…… Meng wanted to use Meng as a raft to humiliate my wife and daughter, so that they would be humiliated after death......]

Meng Zhan's heart was full of emotion, and he couldn't believe that with Meng Hun's martial arts brain, he could see through the true purpose of his move.

His hands were still shaking as he unfolded the coarse cloth, and he continued to look at it busily.

【…… You have to do the first year of junior high school, and don't blame Meng for being the fifteenth. Meng Ying is not dead, how can he be worthy of ......]

Meng Zhan's heart was filled with sharp pain, the blue tendons on his forehead swelled, his head was extremely painful, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be shaking.

Poof-

Another mouthful of blood spit out, and in the midst of everyone's panicked exclamations, Meng Zhan's face fell to the ground with a pale face, and the coarse cloth fell to the ground weakly.

In just one day, he vomited blood several times.

Hurt the fundamentals, and the life span is not long.

The friend stepped forward to support Meng Zhan's paralyzed body, and in a gentle voice, he asked his subordinates to ask for a medical officer and transfer Meng Zhan indoors.